Irish Sisters Make Excellent Assassins

The Irish Flag“So which one are you again?” the young girl asked cutting a piece of ice cream cake with her fork.  The rest of Bree’s friends sitting on the asphalt looked up from their desserts and smiled.  Over the years most of the family has grown accustomed to questions of this sort.  All big families must suffer similar interviews: What’s your number in line?; Were you born before or after Sean?; How many years apart are you guys?  Luckily I developed my own patented response for situations like these.

“Murph, I’m Brigid’s oldest brother.  Eldest and best looking of the bunch.”

“Yeah right . . .” Bree mumbles her mouth full of cake.  “More like a hairy sasquatch.”

Bree has developed her own counter-response apparently.  Brilliant. Continue reading

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